The colors autumnal
The music atonal
And no smell at all
(beat)
The rhythm brutal
The senses watchful
Moans muffled by a shawl
(beat)
The bodies colliding
The smiles fading
On a bed against the wall
(beat)
The tempo rhythmic
The pace epic
Throes echoed by a growl
(beat)
The breath labored
The strokes savored
Perceptions merge on a snarl
(beat)
The smell acidic
The bodies frantic
The wave dropping to a fall
(beat)
The mood sedated
The strain evaded
The shadows melted in a sprawl…
6 comments:
how do you do it?
that's so erotic (at least in my twisted head)
yeah. yeah. ... :)
oh stop it.
Sunday cheer? :)
sex and beer :)
Hott
yes!! it was inspired by laila's pigeons!
Thanks Haider :)
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